Today, out of the blue, my daughter blurted, “I know that you are not my grandmother’s son.” Her statements astonished me as a two-year-old child could not have thought of something like that on her own, thus she must have heard it from someone 
After work today, I was relaxing on the couch while watching TV. It was a regular, serene, and homey day. As she always does, my daughter was strolling about the area and muttering to herself. She is just two years old, speaks in a very rudimentary manner, and still uses a lot of different terms, so I hardly paid attention.
She quickly approached me, positioned herself exactly in front of me as shown in the picture, crossed her arms, and frowned.
“Dad,” she said solemnly.
“What is it, my love?” I grinned, expecting to hear something about cookies or toys.
“I am aware of a secret.”
I even grinned.
“Go ahead and tell me.”
“You are not your grandmother’s son.”
I froze. At first, I thought I had misheard her.
“What were you saying?”
Already little agitated, she continued, “You are not her son.”
I chuckled, figuring it was a kid’s imagination.
Why do you think that?”
She scowled even more.
“Avoid laughing. It’s true.
That was when I started to feel uneasy. It is impossible for a child so young to compose words like that. She must have heard it from someone.
“Did Grandma tell you that, sweetie?”
“No.”
“Mom?”
“No.”
I leaned in her direction.
Then, who?”
After examining me closely, she said something in her simple, innocent English that completely shocked me.
“Me.”
“How are you?I didn’t understand.
As plainly as she could, she began to explain:
You don’t look the same. Grandma is lovely. Her hair looks great. Lovely lips. a floral ensemble.
She paused, gave me a glance, and continued:
“And you—yuck.”
I had to ask, “What do you mean by ‘yuck’?”
“You have scratchy stubble. She pointed to my chest with her finger and said, “And hair here.” “You’re not attractive. So she’s not your mom.
Then she whispered as she leaned in closer:
Just don’t tell anyone. Grandma will not be happy.
At first, I remained silent, but then I burst out laughing and began to cry. I assured her that I would keep it a secret.
In fact, she told her grandmother and mother the same thing that evening. applying the same reasoning and the same solemn tone.
